buy something phat from VA and yes that's mine D-A, N-J-A, M-O-W-F, or should I say WWF The way I'm slamming all these emcees brother please don't trouble
Ladies point him out if you see a lame in the club Gimme, 50 Crist's and a hundred Moe's Forget a table bring it to me on the danceflo' I'm in this motherfucker
change about nothin You know my name, know what's tap You know I rap, I'm a motherfucking mack Baby girl and it's like that, it's a No Limit party Chorus
[Jay-Z] This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) and a soldier's life, parallel
or you? Son I'm not tryin to say that I'm better than y'all I'm just on another level than y'all, so just move [Chorus x2: w/ ad libs] [Verse 4: Moka
stay sizzlin like flares, look up, PYOON! It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like - where is he at?
and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith
loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-
Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target,
Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his
s and a brother and I learned to harmony On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair that's where I met Bone
silence that sound boy Come challenge me please I promise you a homi' And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county And I just taught my mami how to shoot a
a nicer town you know a place where London bridge ain't always falling down ya boy Old McDonald he's a little older now he had a farm but well it's kind
with a choice who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to listen to a young woman's voice here's a toast to all the folks on death row
They life they risk it for cheese like a triscuit Fall off sorta like a bungee jump Dead or in jail no shock g sorta like Humpty hump It's a cold world
a bad disease It's a hundred degrees, and it's hot no doubt And the road to the top, man it's so far out From the ki's to the thieves, man the hood all